Beautiful doesn't begin to describe you.' Theresa had eyes only for her husband, who looked absolutely stunned at the sight of her. Theresa handed her bouquet over to Lisa, who stepped back to stand beside Gabriel Braddock, Sandro's best man.

He smiled down at his wife's cousin and dropped an appreciative kiss on her smooth cheek before focusing his attention on his beautiful bride. She stepped up beside him and Lisa, her maid of honour, offered Sandro his bride's slender right hand. Her gleaming hair was topped with a simple coronet of white roses and in her hands she held an equally simple bouquet of creamy white roses. She could see the appreciation in his gaze as he took in her simple ivory chiffon slip dress, with its lightly beaded sweetheart neckline, to its dropped waistline and the ankle length flowing skirt. He looked gorgeous in his simple black suit, his hair had been cut close to his scalp and as she got even closer, she could see the nick on his jaw where he'd cut himself shaving that morning. Her eyes were fixed on the tall man standing beneath the rose bower, his hands were solemnly folded, one over the other, in front of him and his eyes were devouring her as she walked towards him. Theresa clung to the arm of her maid of honour as she regally made her way down the flower-strewn red carpet. The string quartet struck up the bridal march and the small gathering of people who were seated on the wrought iron chairs in the beautiful garden all turned in unison, craning their necks to see the bride. The sun was shining and the sky was a gorgeous shade of blue with not a single cloud marring its perfection. The weather on the late spring day in September was perfect.

Natasha anders the unwanted wife